“Owen…”
He kept prodding her, until her body was thrashing underneath his tongue.
“Yesss!”
Her muscles twitched as she jerked her body. She tried to push his face away from her pussy but he gave her a few last licks, needing to finish her good—aftershocks and all.
“You’re amazing…” she moaned.
He pressed his mouth to her inner thigh and sucked on her skin. If he wasn’t already hard, the sight of his mark from last night on the fleshy skin of her other thigh would do the trick. Tara rocked her head from side to side, still coming down from her high.
He grabbed one of the condoms and made quick work of sheathing himself. Splayed on the bed with her arms and legs wide open like a starfish, she had no idea what a beautiful sight she made.
Owen climbed on the bed again and let his cock slide through her warm, wet folds. He bumped against her clit, making her moan.
She tilted her hips and he pushed inside. It never had felt this good before. Not with anyone else, and not even with Tara years ago.
It was like something had shifted inside of him and he could finally breathe again. It felt like that open wound he’d carried around with him everywhere he went, had finally been covered and could slowly get nursed back to health.
He rested his forehead against hers and said, “I know we still need to talk and that we have a lot to work on, but I never stopped thinking about you.”
He couldn’t give her the words yet, even though he still loved her. Too much had happened for him to move forward without an explanation from her side.
She broke his train of thoughts when she leaned up and unclasped her bra. She threw it next to the bed before pushing her tits up and rubbing them against each other.
“You know how crazy your tits make me, eh?” he said knowing exactly what her deal was.
“Yes. I need you to let go with me, O. I want you to forget everything else but you and me as you fuck me.”
His cock pierced her pussy as he lifted her ass from the mattress. “I’m going to pound your beautiful pussy and make us both forget…”
She pinched her nipples while her tits bounced up and down with every thrust of his hips. He leaned in and sucked one of her hard peaks into his mouth.
She held him close and said, “Mmm. That’s so good…”
“You’re even more gorgeous now, Tara. I love how big your tits are…”
She bit her bottom lip, trying to hide her grin from him.
“What?”
“You should have seen them while I was pregnant.”
His dick jerked inside of her, the idea of these tits overflowing his hands even more making him spill inside the condom.
“Ah!” he groaned as she moved against him, trying to reach a climax.
He lazily flicked her clit while kissing her from her shoulder up to her neck. She moaned as he put more pressure on her little bundle of nerves.
“Yes…”
“You’re going to come for me again?”
“Oh, Owen. I don’t know if I can…”
He carefully pulled his dick out of her warmth, taking care of the condom by tying a knot in it. He threw it on the bedside table, not caring about needing to clean things later.
He lowered himself between her legs again, loving how she sucked in a breath at his first teasing lick.